Romans & histoires Gênio

He plopped on his elbows and did a one-over. Her neck and her breasts bared his teeth marks. Not a single inch was blemish free. It was like a canvas, or somebody spilled a glass of grape juice on her. They were angry and red. If someone saw her that minute, they would assume a rabid animal attacked her, but Azazel was worse than a rabid animal. He is a psychopath at 14.

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' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I need some caffeine at the moment. @SenaSen

Deny's clever brain is very reliable when it comes to tricking. *****

Very weird. * To Be Continued *

Yet Luis and the prodigies of his generation were regarded as far more important than the talents of Kahn's generation. In the Celestial race, one was no longer considered as part of the younger generation after exceeding the ripe age of fifty. Those geniuses from the age of forty to forty nine were regarded as S-grade geniuses. Those who were between the ages of thirty and forty were A-grade geniuses. Those from the ages of twenty to twenty nine were B-grade; and those under the age of twenty yet older than twelve, were C-grade geniuses. These grades were given by the military, with a person granted a grade depending on his genius and age. If a talent failed to meet the required expectation

I’m used to the same questions, and this one is out of the ordinary. I only have to think about that for a moment. “Who hasn’t?” “Thought, otherwise known as the Dream Maker has his territory not too far from this one. Now, his silver eyes are what he is best known for, and considering how he is the creator of dreams, perhaps he has something to do with this,” Mr. Fisher offers, to which my face screws up in confusion. “I’m sorry, but I’ve never met any immortal in my life. I’ve seen Fate from a distance, but that’s as close to those purebloods that I’ve ever come, I promise,” I tell him firmly, dismantling his theory right away.